I sometimes listen to shamanic drum song to clear my head.
But other than that, I don't listen to music. It brings me down from an impeccable person to a person who cares about normal human affairs.
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u/KrazyTayl
1 points2019-04-03 20:58
Everything is music! A warrior sings softly to himself!
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u/danl999
2 points2019-04-04 17:00
Carlos would occasionally bring a music player to class. He played a 1939 tango song and "You only live Twice". Can't remember any others.
The thing about music is, somewhere around puberty the internal dialog takes over. It often seems to start with a song or rythm playing in your head over and over, and you notice you can't shut if off. I remember noticing that in gym class, where they forced us to run 4 laps. I was running to the beat of a song I couldn't get rid of.
So while music might be like meditation, it's probably not going to help with silence, unless you can come up with a technique to have only the music in your head, and no other thoughts.
I've reached a level of silence that's pretty profound, and occasionally comes with a feeling of "peace". Up to that point it's sort of awful to force it off, even when you get used to it and it's not difficult. The feeling of "peace" seems like it might be sustainable, and perhaps what Carlos meant when he distinguished permanent inner silence, from shutting off the internal dialogue. That came up in class as a controversy at one point.
I couldn't reach that level of "inner silence" last night. As opposed to shutting off the internal dialogue, which I could do. It was because I got "Material Girl" stuck in my head.
It was the only thought left, which was kind of weird. I was deeply in the second attention. I saw lots of moving lights, and interactive dream images floating in the real world.
An inorganic being (in the form of a floating head) even followed me around, making faces depending on what I was doing. Tried to emerge at one point.
But I could not access a dreaming world, with Madonna singing in my brain. I was hoping to go back and get more instruction regarding that technique with the hands. But I couldn't get my assemblage point to shift more than a tiny amount.
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I sometimes listen to shamanic drum song to clear my head.
But other than that, I don't listen to music. It brings me down from an impeccable person to a person who cares about normal human affairs.
Everything is music! A warrior sings softly to himself!
Carlos would occasionally bring a music player to class. He played a 1939 tango song and "You only live Twice". Can't remember any others.
The thing about music is, somewhere around puberty the internal dialog takes over. It often seems to start with a song or rythm playing in your head over and over, and you notice you can't shut if off. I remember noticing that in gym class, where they forced us to run 4 laps. I was running to the beat of a song I couldn't get rid of.
So while music might be like meditation, it's probably not going to help with silence, unless you can come up with a technique to have only the music in your head, and no other thoughts.
I've reached a level of silence that's pretty profound, and occasionally comes with a feeling of "peace". Up to that point it's sort of awful to force it off, even when you get used to it and it's not difficult. The feeling of "peace" seems like it might be sustainable, and perhaps what Carlos meant when he distinguished permanent inner silence, from shutting off the internal dialogue. That came up in class as a controversy at one point.
I couldn't reach that level of "inner silence" last night. As opposed to shutting off the internal dialogue, which I could do. It was because I got "Material Girl" stuck in my head.
It was the only thought left, which was kind of weird. I was deeply in the second attention. I saw lots of moving lights, and interactive dream images floating in the real world.
An inorganic being (in the form of a floating head) even followed me around, making faces depending on what I was doing. Tried to emerge at one point.
But I could not access a dreaming world, with Madonna singing in my brain. I was hoping to go back and get more instruction regarding that technique with the hands. But I couldn't get my assemblage point to shift more than a tiny amount.